The Piper Boy (A OUAT Fan Fiction)

Chapter 14

~Not sure how I feel about this chapter. Don't shoot me if parts aren't very well written. I will admit I was in a rush to get it published. If it is that bad things will get better, I promise~

The pirates came two days after the incident with Pan and Aaron. For Amily, those two days were nothing but painful. Just the waiting was pure torture. Indeed she thought that Pan would keep his distance in order to keep them both from getting distracted. In fact, he did just the opposite.

For instance the night after the episode with Aaron and the Lost Boys had retreated to their tents, it was just Pan and Amily in front of the fire.

She tried to avoid his eye contact in case Pan was angry at her but even that proved impossible. Amily could see him thinking and once he stopped he caught her gaze and held it.

"Amily, come here for a second" she did as he asked and was not proud of what happened for the next few minutes.

Occurrences like that were not uncommon. And they happened in places Amily least expected. They hadn't yet gone all the way with their encounters but she was ashamed of how far they did go. Yet she didn't argue. Pan was all she wanted and she didn't know why she was so unhappy.

For two days things went on as normal as they could be. Amily helped out around the camp by collecting firewood, hunting game, sharpening weapons, crafting arrows and satisfying Pan's every need. Whether that was kissing above the trees or holding each other by the fire, Peter Pan was almost desperate.

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The night before the pirates came there was an odd feeling of merriment in the air. Amily danced with her brothers and even Pan joined in playing a haunting melody on his pipe. He never took his gaze off of Amily at the time. She couldn't help but adore the tune, that was the way the pipe worked. The melody was as familiar to her as her own soul.

Amily loved the way she was twirled in the boys' arms. It made her feel special, needed. But then, that feeling was never absent when she was with or around Pan.

The way he held her made Amily feel cherished. She loved the fact that they could stay young together yet she couldn't help but Pan sometimes acted like an adult. His tactics showed that he thought like one. Amily wouldn't even admit the amount of times that she had considered how long Pan had been in Neverland. But she didn't care. It was just another thing that she loved about him.

He looked at her so intensely she felt like a woman. A real woman.

So she made a decision. With invasion of the camp practically breathing down their necks, tonight was the perfect night. The could very well be slaughtered in the morning. Amily wanted to take every chance while she could.

So she waited patiently until the Lost Boys went back to their tents and then it was just Pan and her. Amily watched as Pan saw the last Lost Boy, a young one named Trevor, to his tent and sat down solidly on a log in front of the fire. They sat directly opposite each other without speaking.

The opportune moment had arrived.

Slowly Amily stood up and made her way over to Pan. She had worked out her approach perfectly and bit her lip in a way she hoped was seductive. Sighing in mock defeat, she sat down on Pan's lap and wrapped her legs around his waist, her nose inches from his as she looked into addictive green eyes.

"So..."

He raised his eyebrows and smirked, awaiting what Amily had to say.

"We're alone now, what do you think-"she was interrupted by Pan mouth coming down hard on hers taking her breath away.

Pan locked his arms around her tiny waist and pushed him against her. There was nothing sweet about their embrace. Between them, was pure fire. She fisted her hands in his soft hair and Pan moaned beneath her at the sweet pain of it. A strange feeling came upon them both but Amily and Pan were too wrapped up in each other to notice.

Once again, Pan's hands slid beneath her blouse and stroked her back lovingly all while pushing her chest against him. Amily could only touch and retouch Pan's face, hair, neck and shoulders as if discovering them for the first time. Neither of them were quite finished as they broke apart and pressed their foreheads together.

"Amily, look" Pan was looking down towards the ground.

Amily was too busy catching her breath but she was awestruck when she finally did notice. Together her and Pan had floated off the ground and were levitating at least six feet from the floor of the campsite. Her legs were wrapped tightly around Pan's waist so she had no need to hold on. Pan had her held against him and his legs dangled loosely below. Before she spoke she noticed that Pan was no longer looking at the ground and there was a questions in his eyes. One she thought would never see for a while. Amily nodded shyly. She was ready.

They kissed once more but this time the kissed were sweet and long. This was no quick embrace, hidden from everyone else. They could take their time because they had all the time in the world.

Pan took control of the flying and, while kissing Amily at the same time, steered them towards Amily's treehouse. They flew horizontally, with her beneath him, yet their bodies pressed were together like one entity.

Once they arrived at the treehouse, Amily remained in Pan's arms as he carried her onto the balcony and into the cosy interior. Two quick strides and they reached the woven cane bed with it's soft macaw feathered pillows. Gently, Peter Pan laid her down on the bed and lowered himself over Amily.

The woman in her came out and nothing she had ever experienced could compare to what came next. Oh, what sweet feelings that followed.

That morning, the pirates came.